thinking to heal

here, ephemeral thoughts fading through a jaded memory;

there, thoughts untangled, mimicking, hair without a key;

glisten only once, abundant sun, graces few,

know not what i might, but what is certain, through you.

Sun kissed glory and the vast expanse; this moment in time

all but few, tremble, cherished unfeigned.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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